How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December’s bareness every where! And yet this time remov’d was summer’s time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow’d […]
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At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled shows; But like of each thing that in season grows. W.Shakespeare To all who celebrate it in joy…
Too late…how often we are late for something…anything…late for school, for work, for appointment, for arriving, late for making right decisions, late reacting to what life presents…or the others…late to be born, to speak, to be heard, to be loved…life could be boring if not for the thrill of the constant race for being in
Finally A Break. Long Waited. Read More »
